“Do something for you?”

“Yes.”

“Is this going to be, like, difficult to do?”

“Difficult?”

“Yes, difficult. Like, would I have to swim hurtling rapids? Fend off demonic beings? Fly through asteroid fields filled with red, yellow and purple aliens all going beep, beep, beep and shooting at me, dangerous?”

“Oh, you mean that sort of dangerous. No, no. Not at all, not that sort of dangerous at all.”

“So it is dangerous?”

“Well, not so much dangerous as well, embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing, huh. Sorta like I’m gonna die if I do this embarrassing?”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I wouldn’t die?”

“Well, probably not.”

“Probably?”

“More, uhm, well, possibly.”

“Okay, okay, so what do I have to do? Not that I’m agreeing to do it.”

“Well, let me just explain. The time portal in this Vector is situated in the middle of Kleinsville Penitentiary for the Criminally Violent.”

“Ah, and…”

“I need you to pose in the exercise grounds wearing nothing but this bikini set.”